More Coming
More coming
That's what he said
In a brief exchange
we had this morning
More than eleven thousand
of them scattered in the city
Commissioned to drive taxi-cabs
for the rest of their lives
More coming
He speaks with disgust
And intense anger inside
As if he was waiting on orders
to carry out a brutal slaughter
More coming
The holy month intensify his rage
But he held his head down
uttering strange sounds
hundreds of them with eyes fixed
on the barren ground.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2016
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